AN: Hey guys!!! Ok, ok, so I KNOW it took me forever to update, but I'll try to get better on that!!! I hope you didn't lose interest in my story...eek. Well, I don't want to make this author's note TOO long, so read on!!
***Chapter 6***
"So let me get this straight," Sirius began as he paced around the Boy's Dormitory (he always paced when he was angry). Suddenly, he stopped in front of James who was rubbing his temples in consolation in his bed, "You were slapped by a girl?"
James threw his hands down in exasperation, "Yes, and would you PLEASE do me the kind act of NOT REMINDING ME?!"
Remus emitted a huge muffled laugh from his four-poster where he was—knitting.
Yes, knitting.
A bit odd, don't you think?
Sirius and James both quickly turned their heads toward Remus. Remus, noticing that it had gotten a bit quiet, looked up with questioning eyes and asked, "What!?"
James, however angry he was, cracked up and fell back on his bed sheets and a tutting Sirius shook his head as he paced over to Remus' bed.
"Remus—I just want to let you know that you are never going to find a wife."
"Why?" Remus queried as he began his knitting again.
"Think about it!" Sirius exclaimed as he looked pointedly at the half finished pink (pink!) scarf.
Remus looked up at Sirius, his knitting, then back up at Sirius. Then it finally clicked, "Oh, you mean my knitting?"
"Bingo," James muttered from his bed as he absentmindedly pulled feathers out of his pillow.
"I think knitting is very—" Remus began, his pointing his needle at Sirius. It was then, however, that he finally realized he had not clue why he knitted.
"Girlish? Foolish? UNATRACTIVE!?" Sirius punched the air with determination, a sense of accomplishment arraying about him.
"Exactly," Remus said, as he continued the scarf, "At least my wife will be thankful I do the housecleaning."
"Me oh my," Sirius murmured as he rubbed his forehead, also yanking at his hair as well. He noticed the demented James who was now surrounded by goose feathers. This was it for Sirius. Oh yeah. The last straw.
"Do I live with IDIOTS?"
"Looking for me?" The three heads popped up to see who it was and Sirius exclaimed:
"Liv!" He quickly ran over to her and had to prevent himself from jumping on her out of exhilaration
"I love you too, honey." Liv giggled, as she smoothed out Sirius's ruffled hair, "Come on, let's go."
"All right. For sure. Anywhere but here." With that, he took Liv's hand, and in a flash, they were gone.
"Well, now that Sirius is gone, I can get back to my activities," James commented, as he stood up against the wall. Bang—bang—bang, 'Why-did-I-let-her-do-that-to-me?!" He wailed over and over to himself as he banged his head repeatedly on the wall.
"James," Remus said, as he placed his knitting away for the day and approached the insane 17-year-older, "James! JAMES! Stop! You can lose brain cells that way, you know!"
"No, you can't." Came James muffled response as he glared angrily at the wall as if it had done something to him.
Remus thought about this one, "Hmmm…okay, so maybe you can't, but since I say you can, you can." Remus began as he pulled James over to his bed and thrust him into it. He did his thrusting just a tad too hard, however, and his mess-up caused James to fall on the other side of his bed.
"Oof," James muttered as he tried to stand up, and when he got back to his normal position, he found Remus keeling over with laughter, his already flushed face turning red.
"Geez, Mommy, if you're gonna put me in bed, at least do it properly," James giggled like a girl as he climbed into his bed carefully with no mistakes.
"I'll try harder," Remus replied as he stood up to see James already snoozing.
***
"Come in."
A frustrated McGonagall opened the door to Dumbledore's office and crisply walked across to his desk, her heels making angry taps on the floor.
"Are you INSANE?!" She yelled as she leaned over on his desk. Dumbledore looked at her pleasantly before the 50 or so woman professor continued, "What were you thinking when you made James and Lily Head Boy and Girl together? The two couldn't be more different. For goodness sake, they—"
"Minerva, Minerva, will you kindly calm down?" Dumbledore said quite cheerfully as he rose from his desk and walked around to stand in front of Minerva.
"Well, I'm not the one that is acting foolish!" Minerva shrieked as she began pacing around the circular room. She stopped abruptly in front of his desk, leaning over on it, "Yesterday, I saw James and Lily bickering down the hallway, then Lily, yes, sweet Lily, slapped James!"
"Minerva, I know they don't get along."
"Then why on earth did you do this to them?"
"Because, Minerva, there are some relationships that can be changed." Dumbledore replied simply.
"But—" Minerva started, then realized she had lost. He was right. Again. "Fine."
As Professor McGonagall began to exit, Dumbledore called out, "Just tell them they can have a break from each other until Halloween."
"I'll do that, sir." Minerva smiled reassuringly before beginning to exit.
"But make sure they know they can work on it some individually for a while, you hear?"
Minerva shook her head one last time before leaving.
Dumbledore heaved a huge sigh before advancing over to a cabinet and bringing out a strange object. He hadn't used this in a long time, and he needed some reminding…
***
As Halloween morning rolled around, Lily was found already up, her notebooks with ideas about the play spread in front of her. She was a mess—her skin was pale and her face tired from lack of sleep, her hair that she normally straightened had sprung back to its original curly self.
"6:59 and 53 seconds—" Lily muttered to herself as she glanced at her watch. It was about that time…
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" Liv's alarm clock rang and a grumpy hand reached over to turn it off.''
"Bingo," Lily murmured as she closed her notebooks and arose from her chair.
"Come on, you sleepy heads, wake up!" Lily sang happily as she ran around to all of their beds and pulled their covers off, "Time to get up! Halloween!"
"Lily, what's wrong with you!?" Twila said, slurring her words, "It's a Saturday. We're SUPPOSED to sleep in."
"Yeah, but not on Halloween!" The overexcited girl exclaimed as she returned to her notebooks.
"You're crazy, Lily, you know that," Chrissie remarked as she stumbled out of bed, "How long have YOU been up?"
"Since three o'clock," Lily replied as she began writing in a leopard notebook.
Suddenly, the other three were wide-awake as they yelled, "THREE O'CLOCK!"
"Mm-hum. I'm gonna show that James Potter once and for all who's boss."
"Like Chrissie said," Liv mumbled as she made her way to the bathroom, "You're crazy."
Lily smiled to herself. She was crazier than they thought…
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Bingo," Lily said again as she raced into the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" Lily queried, outing on a fake, panic stricken face.
"LILIAN ELIZABETH EVANS!" Liv roared, "You are SOOOOO dead!"
Lily knew Liv well enough to run for her life at this point, "It-was-too-funny-to-resist!" Lily gasped as she leaped over chairs and through beds as the crazed Liv chased after her.
"What's wrong?" Chrissie inquired as she looked up from her trunk.
"THIS is what's wrong!" Liv bellowed as she lifted up a strand of her now tie-dyed colored hair.
Chrissie couldn't help but laughing before saying, "Sorry, Liv."
"Sorry! SORRY?! LILY'S the one that should be sorry!" Liv angrily yelled as she began chasing Lily again.
"Liv. LIV! Okay, look!" Lily exclaimed elatedly, "The dye will come out in a couple of days!"
"A couple of days?!" Liv groaned, "Lily, I hate you." And with that, Liv marched back into the bathroom.
Chrissie, after breaking her fit of laughter, said seriously as she drew out a tight, orange sleeveless shirt, "You know, you really shouldn't have done that."
Lily placed her hands on her hips, "Don't tell me you're gonna take HER side!"
Chrissie shook her head before replying, "No, of course not. But if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were turning into a James Potter wanna-be."
"WHAT!?" Lily roared, as she popped her head up, "Oh, no you didn't, Chrissie…"
And with that, Lily grabbed the nearest pillow and began chasing her friend.
***
Lily gritted her teeth as she watched James enter the library. This was it. After a month-long break from the evil joker, she was gonna have to face him again.
Lily cocked her head to the right as she watched James skip over to her. He seemed unusually happy. And he was whistling. James Potter never whistled.
"Howdy-ho!" James exclaimed energetically as she dumped his notebook on the table and began to sit down.
Lily glared at James suspiciously, "What's with you?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing," James muttered as he smiled happily and turned his attention to his notebook, also revealing something on his neck.
"Oh no." Lily chuckled softly to herself, "Don't tell me you've been of snogging with someone again."
James' grin became even wider, "Tracy Chaucer, Ravenclaw 6th Year."
"Oh, lord," Lily tutted to herself, "Well, at least do me a favor and get rid of the evidence."
James caught Lily's hand in mid-air, "Ah-uh! Stop! I NEED that evidence!"
"Oooo-kay."
"I do! Look, I made a bet with Sirius at the beginning of term, saying that I could snog with more girls than him by Halloween. He won't believe me if I don't have evidence!"
"Right, "Lily said, rolling her eyes. Then a thought hit her, "I'm—not—"
"Don't worry, Evans, you're not bait."
Lily heaved a huge sigh. There they sat for a couple of seconds in complete silence, until Lily realized something.
"Umm, James? You can let go of my hand now."
James snapped out of his trance, "What? Oh, oh." And he dropped her hand, "Sorry."
"Well, let's this over with," Lily sighed as she opened her notebook.
"Right-o," James agreed as he followed suit. Before Lily could speak up, James said, "Well, I got into a bit of a frenzy myself, and I wrote the whole play. Well, an idea."
Lily snapped her head up, "You—you did? W-wow." Lily looked down at her half written play, "Well, here, you can read this."
After they switched
notebooks, James quickly began collecting his things.
"What—Where are you going?" Lily asked sternly.
"Well, I figure since all we have to do is read over our work, it'd be okay if we called this meeting short."
"But—Dumbledore said…" Lily started nervously as she followed James to the exit.
"Look, Lily, I got somewhere to be, okay? Just read over the play, and we'll meet tomorrow."
As Lily watched James retreating back, she yelled, "You don't have to lie to me, you know."
"Huh?"
"Go on. Have fun with Chaucer."
"Love ya' lots, bye!" James happily sang as he shot out the door and down the hallway.
***
Lily rolled over on her stomach, being careful not to crush James' notebook. She glanced at the clock; it was eight o'clock. She supposed the Gryffindors were now halfway through their joyous party—and she would've stayed, too, if the Marauders hadn't decided to magic all the Pumpkin Juice bottles to explode when you opened them.
Lily returned to her reading. James' play actually wasn't that bad. She rather liked it. It was well-written, had a good plot, well-described characters…
Lily thought back to their meeting earlier that day. When he had held her hand…she had felt something. A spark, butterflies in her stomach. She didn't know what it was…it was different, she had never felt that way over a guy before.
And his beautiful chocolate eyes…she could look into those eyes all day, melting in his glance, in his handsome face…
WHAT WAS SHE SAYING! SHE HATED JAMES POTTER! HATED!
Lily shook her head and began reading again. No way was she falling for Potter.
No way.
***
Back in the Common Room, James shook his head as a thought occurred to him. He laughed silently and returned to serving drinks.
He was NOT falling for Lily Evans.
AN: End of Chapter 6!!! I'm so excited!! I FINALLY finished this chapter!!! Sorry for the delay, all you ppl that are reading this, if you're STILL reading it!!! Hopefully I'll get better at updating!! And now YOU have to review!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx!! Kathe:)